Disclaimer: I do not own warriors, or anything else besides the plot. I don't know why you would think that, as you are on fanfiction, but yeah. I decided for every 10 chapters, I'll have a recap of stuff.

*When you put the Labor in Labor day*

Main characters:

Bluefur

Rosetail

Fuzzypelt

Thrushpelt

Secondary characters:

Goosefeather

Snowfur

Thistleclaw

Crookedjaw

Stormtail (Dad)

Plot recap for chapters 1-9:

Moonflower and Stormtail have two children, Bluefur and Snowfur, which joins Thistleclaw, Fuzzypelt, Thrushpelt, and Rosetail in school. Snowfur and Thistleclaw are romantically attracted to each other, which annoys Bluefur.

During a play, Moonflower gets shot, and at her funeral, Bluefur is invited to the MI-6 by Rosetail. In the MI-6, Bluefur meets Goosefeather, and gets more friendly with Thrushpelt and Fuzzypelt. After some training, she goes to a gathering where she meets Crookedjaw, who is a tool of Oakheart to get women from pity. After being in the MI-6 for a while, Snowfur gets skeptical about Bluefur not being around the house, and is determined to find the truth.

March 24th, 1954, West Berlin

Chapter 10: Problems: Domestic and Abroad

Bluefur's POV:

"Hey Bluefur!" Thistleclaw waved.

"Snowfur is coming. Wait for 5 to 7 minutes." I responded out of routine.

"No, not that!" Thistleclaw said. "I need to ask something."

Hmm. What would he want?

"Yes?" I turned to face him, getting out my 'water' bottle filled with tea.

"Is it okay…" He said, a bit flushed as I drank my tea I prepared at home.

I gestured him to go on with my remaining hand.

"... If I date your sister?"

Σ ( Д )ﻌﻌﻌﻌ⊙ ⊙ [WAT?!]

I spat my green tea all over his coat.

"WHAT IN THE DARK FOREST!" I yelled, shocked.

"Is it okay?" Thistleclaw said, a bit more confident.

"You're only in 5th grade!" I exclaimed.

"We're in middle school." He responded, factually.

"Well," I thought, "If Snowfur does not accept, then you would have turn your reputation into a person who got rejected by their crush."

"But Snowfur will accept!"

"But her dad will not, and she always follows the authorities. You could either keep what you have, or lose you relationship with Snowfur in a failed attempt to ask her out."

(๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و [Your virginity is saved!]

Thistleclaw thought for a moment. "But in your argument, Snowfur will never date."

"Not as a middle schooler, but maybe in high school. Just wait and bide your time, Thistleclaw."

"I guess you're right, then." Thistleclaw conceded.

"No kidding." I walked towards my school.

Lunch

"Hey Bluefur!" Rosetail called out, carrying her lunch tray. "Sit over here!"

I looked at the table, which was populated with Fuzzypelt, and Snowfur so far.

"Sure." I respond.

"What do you want, honey?" The lunch lady asked.

"I'll have the 'Beanie Weenie' with the soup and broccoli."

"Good choice." She said, plopping the food on the tray and gave to me. "Enjoy!"

I traveled over to the table, who had a new addition, Thrushpelt, and sat in between Rosetail and Thrushpelt.

"So, how are you?" My sister asked, in between bites of Beanie Weenie.

"Well." I said, avoiding the sausage and scooping the beans.

"Good." Rosetail also said at the same time.

"Oh, sorry." I apologized.

"You have nothing to be sorry about." Rosetail responded.

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I spooned some of the sausage-bean mixture, when I got the feeling something was going to happen.

Something squished against me, and I turned left.

I barely saw Fuzzypelt scooch back to his lunch box, and then looked at who squished me. It was Thrushpelt, who was blushing, who was uncomfortably close with me.

"What in the-" I began.

"It wasn't me! It was Fuzzypelt!" Thrushpelt blamed, thoroughly embarrassed.

{Innocent until proven guilty} ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

"Fuzzypelt..." Snowfur warned.

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"Fine. Fine. I did it." Fuzzypelt admitted it, easing his hands in the air.

"Thank you." Thrushpelt said, triumphantly.

"But my poor boy Thrushpelt needed some stimulation for his hormones." Fuzzypelt patted Thrushpelt's back.

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( o o) [Did Fuzzypelt just say that?]

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"Fuzzypelt!" Thrushpelt exclaimed.

"Fuzzypelt!" Rosetail slammed the table, much louder that Thrushpelt's objection, and rose up from her seat. Her glare seemed to freeze everybody in it's path. Even Fuzzypelt looked a bit scared.

"We are eating. It is polite to not mention hormones." She said, intensely quiet.

"More like whore-moans." Thistleclaw joked as he sat down, oblivious of the situation.

"I'll get Fuzzypelt, you get Thistleclaw." Rosetail told Snowfur.

In a few seconds, Fuzzypelt and Thistleclaw were pulled, by the ears, to the bathrooms.

"I'll miss 5 minutes of lunch for this. You will pay accordingly." Rosetail said, in a unfamiliar dark voice.

Home, 4:30

Ring! Ring! Ring!

"I'll get it." My sister said.

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(・_・ヾ) {Who is Crookedjaw, Dad?}

"Oh," I said shoving my homework off my lap and onto the couch, "That's for me."

(￣ω￣) [Has my little sister grown up?]

"Is he handsome?" Snowfur asked as she handed me the phone.

"Shhh." I shushed her.

"Bluefur?"

I could hear a loud argument behind Crookedjaw.

"Hello Crookedjaw, How are you?"

"I need your help. Do you know where I live?"

"Um…. No."

"Come to he first house on Avenue Q, Got it?"

"Got it. I'll be there in a few minutes. Do you need any backup?"

"No, You will do."

"Okay."

I hung up on Crookedjaw, and grabbed my jacket.

"Bluefur, Do you want me to come with you?" Snowfur asked.

"No." I responded.

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(*Sad Snowfur Noises*)

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"Dad!" I hollered.

"What, Bluey?" Dad looked up from the news.

"I need you to drive me to a house." I told him.

"Who's house?" Dad asked.

"Crookedjaw's house."

"I am not driving you to your boyfriend."

"It's for something important! I need to do it!" I pleaded.

"Can't you walk there?" Dad questioned.

"It's in the American sector." I responded.

"Americans are no good boyfriends." Dad remarked.

"That's not the point! I have some Important Business to do." I emphasized.

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Dad rose his eyebrows, "I'll take you there, but if you're lying, you will be punished."

"Thank you so much, Dad!" I hugged him.

"This better not be a waste of time." Dad said, sternly.

"It won't!" I promised.

"While your going to the American sector, can I tag along?" Snowfur asked.

"No." Dad denied her.

"Why?" Snowfur asked.

"This is important." Dad brushed her off.

[Huh. I guess Dad's favorite is me. Interesting]（＾～＾；）

"Can you take to Thistleclaw's then?" Snowfur amended her request.

"No. Go play with dolls or something." Dad took an unorthodox umbrella. I oddly saw a flame in his eyes.

Dad put his jacket on, and took his car keys. Snowfur was gone, probably doing some trivial things.

Crookedjaw's place.

As we pulled up, I heard something break.

"Oh dear." Dad said, "You are right. I stay outside, if you ever need to flee."

(-_-)ゞ゛[Retreat? In our moment of victory?]

"Thanks dad." I said, as I walked up to the surprisingly large house. It was around the size of the base, plus the youth rooms.

I rung the doorbell, and Crookedjaw opened the door, his hair ruffled.

"Thank heavens." He sighed in relief, "Just agree with me."

"Okay?" I responded.

As I walked into the furnished living room, two people I assumed as Crookedjaw's parents were pointing and yelling at each other.

"Crookedjaw is useless! Send him to the orphanage!" The woman said. Her face was more covered than the Manhattan Project.

"Crookedjaw is just damaged a bit, Rainflower! You have to be a caring mother!" The Father tried to convince her.

"Shellheart, You're delusional! Crookedjaw is a burden!" Rainflower argued.

"A good mother cares for her kids, not throw them out the window due to a damaged jaw." Shellheart repeated his point.

(Oo) [Mouse-dung, They're harsh]

I saw Crookedjaw sigh as he closed the door.

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"A good mother will be honest to their kids! Even if they're a Good for nothing defect that leaches off their twin!"

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Leaches off their twin?

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"Rainflower," I said, entering the argument, "Are you a load of Fox-Dung! You decided to abandon your own child because he is hurt, and not care for him! You are the worst parent I've ever met. Go back to the dark forest where you belong, Fox-heart."

I turned to Shellheart, "Why her? You clearly can do better. Her make up is stronger than the plutonium bomb."

"Listen, little rascal." Rainflower began, "You don't know about the economics of caring for a broken child. It will be better for him to go to the orphanage, than to burden us. Sit down, punk."

"Oh, please. The state of East Germany has pensions for 'burden children.' Besides, You are fairly rich, looking at the size of your house. Are you that selfish that you will abandon your child to keep putting on makeup?"

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Σ(･口･) [This SJW! I am your senior!]

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And by the way, that fur coats look terrible with your lipstick crammed mouth. The person you blow probably has to wash it for an hour straight."

"Sit down, Whiz kid. That shirt contrasts with your pants. You learn fashion, little girl."

"I had to scramble over here to stop a fight, Fat woman. I don't even know how you are not in a mental ward, due to your crazy attitude. And seriously, Crookedjaw? It's like naming someone 'One-eye' or 'Half-tail. I didn't know demons got vacation."

"Okay, you self centered brat," Rainflower reached for a dagger in the wall, "Messing with a CIA agent was a bad mistake."

"Mother!" Crookedjaw protested.

"You'll end up looking worse than my son." Rainflower Crookedly smiled.

"Stop right there." Shellheart said. "I don't want to fight you."

"Who do you chose? Me, or that random girl?" Rainflower threatened.

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"I chose Crookedjaw." Shellheart said.

-Meanwhile, Stormtail's apartment.-

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"Go. I don't want to hurt you."

"Take me with you."

"No."

"Please."

"Get back."

Bang

How do you like the cliffhanger? Not very much, probably.

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Ivystorm (Chapter 9): I know right? I thought that they would probably not read warriors, but after some research (AKA google) I realized that they had some awesome book covers. They also have trading cards, as well. Crazy Right?

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